Each of us has a home. Not the one we live in now. The one in which we grew up, leaving which we first set foot on the road called life. Someone moved away from their home not far. And someone already lost it a long time ago. But there is one place where home has always been, is and will be - our memory. No matter how gloomy are the paths we have chosen, and no matter in which darkness they lead, there is always a place in it for a bright, warm and cozy home.